I don't even know how to say this. Yesterday my parent's two year old Standard Poodle Andrew passed away.
The sliding door on their Odessey somehow opened on it's own when my Dad got out to shut the gate to our driveway and Andrew and Eric got out. You can probably guess the rest. At least it was fast....
They had the Mom, Dad and one of their puppies. (Eric is thirteen months old.)
We called the poodles our furry brother, sister and nephew. Our Doberman, Emily loves to have them come visit and I swear she could count and always realized when one was missing. (Staying with my Mom.)
It's even more sad because, as some of you know, one of the puppies died in October, we don't even know how.